One Of Those Nights

Tuesday night was just one of those nights.

Lora has a big presentation on Thursday in front of a live audience of 250 that she is nervous about.  I have been helping her with it, so we've been staying up later than normal.  Think 1AM-ish.

Tuesday night after going to bed at 1AM, Presley started crying around 2AM.  She had a bad dream.  I made her feel better, but I decided to check on Paxten to make sure she was covered up.  When I walked into her room, she was sitting up with a runny nose, and at that point I was trapped.  So I start holding her trying to get her back to bed.  Lora meanwhile, has to get a good night sleep, but she can hear everything.  So after 30 minutes of me unsuccessfully laying Paxten in bed only to have her start crying again, Lora shows up and knocked us back into the Stone Age by showing up with a bottle of formula.  Paxten hadn't had a bottle OR formula in over 6 weeks, and we are having a hard time getting her to drink milk.  Lora's logic was that she didn't care because she had to get some sleep.  (Guess who drank all of her bottle then started crying when it was gone.  Guess who will be taking care of the girls by himself on Wednesday and Thursday night while Lora is at this conference.)  Lora finally got Paxten to sleep so she thought.  She comes back down stairs, and then about 20 minutes later, Presley starts crying.  I go up there.  She "scratched her leg with her toenail." I told her it would be okay and that I needed her to go to sleep.  Meanwhile Paxten is still awake and talking in her monitor.  I finally notice her asleep in her monitor, but about 20 minutes later Presley starts whining because she has to go potty.  I try to take her in a different bathroom so she won’t wake up Paxten, and Presley just looses it because she wants to go in her bathroom.  I quickly take her to the other one, but she never stops crying and eventually I have to take her back to HER bathroom, but she does it quietly and does not wake up her sister thankfully.  That was the last we heard from them for the night.  If you’re keeping score this was about 3:30 or 4 in the morning.  Seven AM came early on Wednesday.  After nights like that, I really appreciate most nights when both our girls are good, solid sleepers.  I told Lora, I felt like there was a full moon in our house last night.  We survived.  I’m not complaining, but every once in a while a reminder like this makes you realize that nothing is guaranteed with kids.  Especially 6 hours of sleep when you most need it.  Lora will do fine on her presentation on Thursday and I’ll do fine the next two nights with the girls, but I wanted this event documented.

I love all my girls.